You might not get a chance like this again

Chapter 2: Struggling for control

Ron's POV

It's Monday, so I feel miserable. Someone, invent a potion against this hangover! I guess it can't be helped. I have had parties all week long. Sometimes he showed up, too, but ignored me completely. Is he too humiliated to face me? Or is he planning something?

I walk towards the classroom and decide that my number one problem at the moment is rather how I'm going to survive today's lessons. As I'm nearing I bump into the object of my earlier thoughts.

"I want to talk to you."

Haven't I heard that somewhere before?

I grin.

"Well, you see, class is about to start soon. Then I have quidditch practice. But after that maybe…"

"I want to talk to you now."

"What about class?"

"Skip it."

He smiles.

I smile back.

"Do you want it again?"

He couldn't possibly misunderstand my hint.

"Maybe, maybe not."

I'm taken back. He acts too bold. He has something.

"Here?"

I ask and look around innocently. He turns and I follow him. Our destination is an empty classroom.

"Sit."

Although I don't have to, I sit down to the top of an empty desk. He chooses the one facing mine and is leaning to it. I know he wants me to ask why he ordered me here, but I won't give him the satisfaction. I just lift my eyebrows. He seems excited like a child and finally gives up.

I am shown a paper. While I take it from his hand I turn pale.

How did this…?

After some time I lift my gaze and place it coldly on him.

"What do you think, Weasley?"

"Where did you get this?"

I don't feel like playing anymore. This goes too far. He shows himself from the desk and starts walking.

"Did you know that it is common for this school to have magical security system in all toilets since a certain incident? It's a mixture of improved muggle cameras and charms."

I press my lips together. He starts to walk a circle around me. It feels like I was the soon to be dead meat for a vulture.

"It's only to prevent students from doing dangerous things, like using drugs or brewing illegal potions – for example polyjuice potion."

I can't believe it! Why is he so composed when probably all teachers know and have seen what we did there by now?!

"And do you know who initiated and introduced the system? It was your father. He does love muggle things."

He finishes his circle and is standing right before me. He looks pleased over my tormented expression.

"But I have stolen the record of that night. Sorry for the wait, it took some time, but now it is all mine to use, however I please. Don't you think you look nice on this one?"

I turn to the photo in my hand again. Yes, I do look nice, if it's considered nice when my drunken face is in line with a male erection and my hands are even working on certain part.

He got me. This can't be!

"What do you want?"

I can't think of anything. I can't get out of this situation. I feel my old anger and helplessness rise in me again.

"What do I want, indeed?"

His eyes are fixing me but he is looking through me somewhere, where only his wicked thoughts can reach.

"I'm sure I will think of something until tonight. I have waited long enough to punish you for your evil deeds towards me. I have to plan it carefully."

I stand but don't move, yet. I wait for instructions.

"I will let you know the time and place."

He is leaving cheerfully.

"Later."

I remain silent. My mind is searching for escape routes, but can't find even one. If this comes out, my parents will be disappointed and live in shame. I couldn't stay in school either. Ginny would be bullied for a fag brother.

Malfoy really did it this time.

Draco's POV

He has no chance but to come. He can't do anything else. And it would be a pity for all the preparations.

This is obviously going to be a sexual punishment and won't make me into a pervert because it's only a payback for what he has done to me. I still scream inside when I think about it. I'll humiliate him to an extent, that maybe he won't ever be able to recover.

I look around the room. It is originally kept for guests, who spend one night or two by us, so it is nice and clean.

It's time soon. I can already hear his steps.

This will be delicious.

"I'm here."

He doesn't even greet me. How impolite. But I won't mention it, because he dressed up nicely just as I ordered him to.

"Welcome"

I never thought I would ever tell this to the Weasley. He closes the door behind himself. Although we are in a remote area, a silencing charm can't hurt, so I create one. I invite him further into the room.

There is nothing to be afraid of. I don't bite.

He is getting on the bed, after I instruct him to and is waiting for my next command.

"You behaved surprisingly well this far. I have to praise you."

He is only watching me darkly. I must have put a lot pressure on him.

"Undress!"

"What?! Why? If you want to take revenge, just hit me or kick me half dead and get over with it already!"

This is a bit disappointing. This far, it seemed, he became worthy of my attention and was more of a gamer, but now he went back to a sorry for a Weasel. What to do? I think it will still be fun to torment him.

"You didn't think I would go so easy on you, did you? My wish is to see you squirm and beg. It will be your ultimate humiliation."

For almost a minute he doesn't move and I use the time to lazily make myself comfortable in an armchair that has good view over the bed. At last he starts pulling off his shirt, no, he is nearly ripping it off.

"If you don't do it more slowly and with more feeling, I will give music to the task."

He throws me a murderous glare and does it as he is told.

"I can't see anything. Give me more flesh!"

He is throwing his shirt towards me and I catch it before it hits my face and laugh at his frustration.

"It will be 5"

He hisses and I can't help but take the said amount from my pocket and throw it to him.

"It is definitely worth it."

I'm in a splendid mood. Slowly everything is taken off and he is kneeling on the bed naked and red. I begin to love his embarrassment and anger. They are like sweet music or an exquisite meal; I enjoy and feed on them.

"Very good. Now I want you to masturbate."

First he is looking at me unbelievingly, but soon grabs himself and starts stroking after I repeat the command. It takes some time until he gets it up, as the embarrassment keeps him from becoming too aroused. I'm pleased though, it's only the beginning anyway.

His eyes are closed and I'm sure he thinks and hopes it'll be over, soon. His brows are puckered and his face is tense from concentrating, so he doesn't even realize me getting up and approach him.

"Look at me!"

I surprise him being so close. I sit beside him.

"Why so tense? You have also seen me in a similar situation."

I lay down on my side and elbow, my head is resting in my hand. I sense his oppressed anger and in return I show him a satisfied face like it was me who was being pleasured. He is watching me intensely and doing himself rather roughly.

I reach out and place a hand on his, and then I guide it so that it becomes slower and softer. I use my thumb to tease the tip. I feel him becoming bigger and pulsating in my hand.

"Hmm."

I purr.

"This feels so great."

I press harder and fasten the pace. He is rock hard and his breath is rapid. He is close so I decide to let go of him and sit up. He takes his hand away, too. I show him a little bottle.

"Now I want you to smear it with this."

He observes me suspiciously.

"What is this?"

"A stimulator. It can make one really horny."

I grin viciously while he sighs tiredly.

"If you want me to fuck you, then why not just say so?"

I laugh.

"Actually I want you to give me another blow and I want you to squirm during the act. I imagine it will be a nice show – and a nice feeling."

He takes a deep, trembling breath to calm himself. I can't have this.

I want him raging inside, feeling unable to do anything about it.

I have to mock him some more.

"You are good at blows. Maybe all your family is and that's the reason why there are so many Weasley descendants."

I unzip my pants. His eyes go dangerously cold.

"Maybe Malfoys simply suck at it, then."

I smack him hard.

"Isn't that a good thing? I think I will go to your little sister next time to confirm this theory, then."

I might have gone too far this time. He moves fast and I'm pressed on my stomach roughly.

After the first shock I'm starting to fight him, but he is sitting on me and pushes my neck into the sheets. I'm trying to get my wand, but his is closer, right before him on the pile of his clothes.

I cannot keep my hand from reaching out for the head of the bed and his belt is coiling around my ankles.

Shit! Where did he learn that charm?!

He is leaning forward, grabs my hair and pulls hard. My neck it twisted into a painful angle. I feel his hot breath on my ear, the heavy weight of his hard body on me and I start to panic.

"Get off of me Weasley, or I swear I'll tell the world how much of a dirty fag you are!"

He makes me turn my head and I face him. We are so close. I can feel his breath on my lips. His wild eyes frighten me and my stomach is twisting.

"In this case I'll tell the world that you are another fag, who seduced and encouraged me to do perverted things, in the first place."

As he talks, he is sliding a hand under my shirt and places it on my stomach. I feel it twisting even more and I'm on the verge of tears.

"You…"

I whisper while his thumb is drawing soft circles on my stomach and our noses are touching.

"I'm not afraid of you."

I breathe it almost into his mouth. Hot tears are sliding down my cheeks when he presses his lips to mine forcefully.

Ron's POV

He is putting up a weak fight, as I explore his mouth roughly. This is less about my pleasure, but his punishment. His whimpers and tears make me even harder and I press myself to his butt so that he knows what will come next. My hand is sliding lower and I have no trouble finding what I have been searching for, because his pants are already open.

He is also hard. This fucking freak is something.

"I see, you really enjoy being raped."

To give my words validity my hand is stroking him and he groans.

"Don't…"

His fright and helplessness ring in my ears sweetly and I let go of his hair to slide my hand under his shirt. He moans softly into the sheets as I keep on with my stroking and caress his upper body with the other hand.

I wonder if he reacted the same way if I didn't use some of the lube that was meant for my torture.

My plan is to crush him as much as possible and for the sake of this goal I have to make him believe he is reacting naturally like this, without stimulant.

My hands go slower and I pinch a nipple. His legs spread wider apart automatically. I really want to put in now but I get a better idea.

Leaning forward I bury my nose in his hair and breathe in his scent. Then I get off of him.

"Let me go already!"

I enjoy watching how he is looking up at me as I take my wand and place it on his waist, pulling his shirt up with it. He freezes and his body is tense for he doesn't know what I'm planning.

"Why don't you use that pretty mouth of yours to make me?"

I kneel as close to him as I can and grab his head a bit softer that before but still determined. He is watching my painfully hard member unbelievingly, but my eyes tell him that I am serious.

Time seems to slow down when his lips are nearing and what brings me back to reality is the velvet softness of his hot and wet lips.

He takes me in slowly and clumsy and I almost explode right there because this is the proof that I'm the first one ever there. His head is moving back and fort carefully bobbing me, experimenting.

"Use your tongue."

My voice is slightly hoarse and I push myself deeper down his throat.

I must fuck him hard or I'll die.

His caressing tongue is confirming my decision. I lose no time and use my wand to make his clothes disappear. I pull myself slowly from between his lips and admire what I left behind, those swollen lips glistening with saliva in the dim light.

"Was it as good for you as for me?"

I kiss his shoulder teasingly and glide a hand down his back to his ass and grab it. He's sucking in a breath.

"Don't get too cocky Weasley."

I suck harder on the shoulder and slide my hand lower to his balls and member. He is trembling.

"Don't I have every reason to be; especially since you are so hard?"

I purr and place my weight back on him. Our skin is touching and I'm nesting my erection between his buttocks. He is letting out a warning sound and is trying to break free from the magical bindings.

"Stop it cutie or you'll be more hurt than necessary."

"You can't do this to me! Let the fuck go of me!"

I guess I won't.

I kiss the nape of his neck once more and move my lips to his back and lower. When I reach his butt I realize that someone has taken a shower before coming here.

"What are you doing you fucking pervert?!"

I take a little bite as punishment because he is too loud.

"Do you shave it or are you so girly naturally?"

His answer is some kicking but all he manages is to display the muscles of his buttocks. I take another bite happily and don't care about further protests, instead I start leaving a pretty hickey on his right cheek.

Next, I'm heading for his centre. I have always thought that this kind of thing was disgusting, but his reaction is too inviting to let the chance escape. His legs part a bit and he's bucking as my tongue is teasing the entrance.

I've never imagined that sucking up to him would be this entertaining. I grab a buttock and start massaging it, then, without any warning I force my tongue into him. I withdraw quickly but replace it again as he's sticking out his ass automatically.

"Stop it!"

Are you stupid?

I hold him down and stick to it, occasionally exploring his insides. Judging from his struggling he's going to have muscle strain tomorrow, for sure.

"For God's sake!"

It's high time to go on, so I slide a finger into him and slowly move it around trying to find his sweet spot. He isn't protesting anymore and I add a second and third finger. He has given up. I like this potion. This is one of the best times in my life.

I remove my fingers and position myself pressing to him, so that he can feel properly that this is me.

He's shivering.

"Are you ready?"

I embrace and feel him up so that I have all his attention. My teeth sink into his neck and I pinch a nipple hard.

"I'd do it already if I were you!"

"Your wish is my command."

I lift his hip and position myself. He is nice and slippery. The expectation of the feeling what it'll be inside him fills my mind. I enter him with the tip only and he tightens.

I know it must be painful for him but I calculated it already beforehand. In this situation one is supposed to say things like 'relax', 'it'll be better' or 'I'll make you feel good soon', but I just enjoy his pain and the fact that I am in the position to cause even more.

I slide further into him and give no mercy when he tightens even more and hisses. I'm going on ever so slowly, ripping my way in his tight embrace. He lets out a painful moan and I'm showing myself in all the way in a trust.

"This fucking hurts you asshole."

He's chocking out in tears. It must really hurt when he loses it like this. I dig my nose into his hair.

"Are you backing out?"

"Go and die!"

Hmm… Impressive.

Next his whole body jumps in pain and he is sobbing when I pull out and enter him again and again. After a few times he isn't clenching me that hard and I fasten the speed. His painful moans turn into something more pleasurable and I can tell he's feeling the heat again.

I can't let him having it so easy so I decide to start new conversation.

"Hey Draco. Can I call you Draco, now that we got this close and you honored me with your virginity?"

He's turning his head to look at me and his expression is surprisingly collected after and during all the humiliation.

"Hey Ron. Shut up and get back to work. You might not get a chance like this again to have the honor and pleasure me."

His white teeth shine bright as he's laughing me in the face.

The bastard!

Draco's POV

It hurts like hell, I admit. But somewhere in the middle I realized that if I showed any weakness or lost consciousness – I almost did – he'd win. All I can and have to do now is enjoy the things I can, and learn to ignore the rest.

This is the only way to survive and get back on my feet to get proper revenge.

My body is feeling hot again; the pain lessens, but remains. This is acceptable. But however good my body may feel, I'm not allowed to forget that this is not what I wanted in the first place.

I was starring at his body, true.

I accepted his every challenge, I admit it.

It was me who planned on taking a sexual route to settle things, I cannot deny it.

But I realize that I underestimated the whole situation, and him, too, as the painful and sweet heat is slamming into me mind blowing.

I have to let out my voice more as he is altering his angle and hits something in me. He is lifting from me and I see the play of his strong arms that supports his weight as he concentrates his movements to pleasure me more. My hips start moving on their own to get more of this feeling.

"Yes!"

It comes from my mouth without thinking and luckily he cooperates by slamming me hard into the bed. I'm tensing up while my senses go crazy and numb and I shot my seed into the sheets and give out sounds that I would feel very awkward about, given casual circumstances.

He's working hard in me even after I have had my orgasm and he soon follows me. His moan is ringing in my ear long after I forgot about my own. I'm laying there totally exhausted and think about how it is possible to hear a sexy sound like that from a Weasley.

Ridiculous.

By the time I collect my thoughts he has dressed already. As for me, getting up will be another hard round tonight.

He approaches me and kisses into my ear once more.

"I won't tell, if you won't."

Click.

Last day of 6th year

"Weasley, I'm sending this photo to the teacher's office now."

"Very well, I'll send mine right after."

"No way! You actually did take a picture of me in that condition! How cruel can you be?!"

"That's how it is."

"Die, Weasel!"

"Only after you, Princess."

On that day gathering students of Hogwarts could witness a red and a blond figure look each other up and down, turn and walk away in the opposite direction.

But is this the end? A deadlock?

Draco Malfoy didn't think so.

I'm going to make him submit to me, even if it's the last thing I do.

I swear!...

…tbc…